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I had seen it in old pack portraits, resting on the necks of past Lunas. Elena lifted the box higher so everyone could see it. “This necklace has been passed down for five generations,” she announced. “It belongs to the true Luna of Silver Ridge. It carries blessing and protection from the Moon Goddess. It gives strength to the one who wears it.” My fingers tightened around my fork. True Luna. Elena turned and held the box out to Clara. Clara’s eyes widened. She pressed her hands to her mouth like she was shocked. “No,” she whispered. “Luna Elena, I can’t accept that. It belongs to Ava.”

Naka-bathrobe sila lahat at parang gusto ko na yatang mag-backout. "Ritz, siya si Dawn, new model. Pakiayusan na siya para maisalang na agad," sabi ni Vinzon sa babaeng lumapit sa amin. Tiningnan ako ng babae mula ulo hanggang paa bago ngumisi. Napalunok ako at mas lalong kinabahan. "Sumunod ka sa 'kin," sabi niya kaya alanganin akong sumunod.

Her cloak swayed, dawn catching her grin, a warrior at peace. Pups gathered around, their laughter bright, weaving flower crowns, their small hands steady, guided by Lila, their voices a chorus of hope, the dawn catching their joy. Sam stepped forward, green eyes sweeping—Mara’s grin, Jasper’s jests, Lila’s scroll, pups’ crowns, Cora’s calm, Kevin’s gaze. Her tattoo pulsed, Luna’s purr a call—Lead, Sam, bind! “Dawn Pack,” she said, voice clear, resonant, dawn’s light casting her shadow gentle. “The Veil’s gone, its blood dust, its runes ours again. These stones, this ridge, our legacy—forged by us, for us, forever.” Her staff gleamed, green eyes fierce, dawn catching her fire, her heart a fl

Mike remarked as his self-assurance dwindled. He rolled his eyes and said, "But since when I started reading books." He went to the antique books and manuscripts corridor after arriving at the library. And began looking for collections of eternal wolves. Yona, meantime, was in the corridor's opposite column. She was researching about werewolves in order to give her novel's readers a glimpse into the true world of werewolves. Yes, I didn't tell you that Yona is a creative fantasy fiction author who works part-time for online novel apps.

Aedan Dawn crept slowly into the camp. It did not rush, did not break through with force, but brushed softly across the earth, over the canvas of the tents, the bark of the trees, as if it knew the world was still weary from the night. Golden streaks trickled through the leaves above, thinning the darkness with each touch. The birds’ songs were still tentative, as though they themselves could not yet believe the shadows had finally retreated. But I did not wake to the light of dawn. I woke to something warm and fragile pressed against my chest. Nyra.

She have been looking forward into the day she will become the Luna of Xanders pack, but that don’t seem to happen. ‘’Am I Interrupting?’’ Beta Dagon asked. ‘’Not really, I know it’s time for us to leave wait for me at the gate I will be there in a jiffy.’’ ‘’Alright,’’ Beta Dagon said then left. After Dagon exiting the house, Angelo turned to Yna. ‘’Listen to me very carefully girl, you can’t be my mate and the Luna of the Xanders pack. You are not my type,’’ he stated.

David said "Dawn's mother and Yami's mother decided to separeted their ways. But they promise to each other that after giving birth to their baby. They will meet again when their baby turn 10. But accident happened, when they're finally going to meet. Yami's house burn then his mother died. But since dawn and her mother hide well they live longer." David added, "Do Dawn figure it out that they are brother?" Lance ask him, "Yes, Yami told him already when they were rescue Natasha that is why. You don't have to worry about them." David answer

**Chapter 88 – Return to Dawn** **March 1–14, 2031 – Private Dragon Aerie to Celestial Court Outpost** The last morning in the aerie begins before the sun does. I wake to the slow, deliberate stroke of Lucian’s thumb across my ring finger, tracing the ruby as if memorizing the way it warms under his touch. The brazier has burned low; embers glow like sleepy hearts in the center of the nest. Outside the transparent walls, the sky is still bruised with night, but the horizon already hints at my light—thin gold bleeding into indigo.

“My sisters. I see you now, as you are, as you’ve always been. Cheyenne with NaKoa, Guardian of the Hunt, bound to Spirit. Isolde with Eirava and Zethra, Guardian of Blood and Bone, bound to Shadow. Chelsea with Athena, Guardian of Balance, bound to Storm and Earth. Tora with Margaret, Guardian of Flame’s Scale, bound to Sky and Strength. And us—Nalia with myself, Saelari—Flame of the First Dawn, bound to the heart of the fire.” All four of the others stood still as stone, eyes gleaming, a spark of something ancient flickering in the air between them—recognition… or reunion. “The time comes when the veil thins. Umbraeth stirs. And only we, together, can decide if the dawn will break again… o

James said calmly, “I just want her to understand that I won’t stay silent and play along with her scheme.” Yrian smiled bitterly, sat opposite James, and said, “Things are different now. You’ve cultivated the Terrastride Step, Dawnblaze Form, and Chaos Yin-Yang Eyes. You also have an Ultimate Golden Body, Nirvana Golden Bones, Chaos Essence, and the Yuraeceon Genesis Bell. Yukha might not be a match for you even if she did use her full strength to fight.”